"You just have to listen for five minutes," mom says as I enter in through the door. Right away I raise an eyebrow, peering around the corner to see her in the kitchen, looking at me, my father sitting beside her. "You're not in trouble."
"What's going on?" I ask, taking a seat at the table as my eyes move between my parents. Just two hours ago I was asleep in bed, an hour ago I had gone for a run, and now I am wondering what is happening. I went for a run for an hour, loving the feeling I thought that I had forgotten until yesterday when I shifted for the first time in months.
Mom gently smiles at me, taking a seat beside me as I wonder if something is horribly wrong. "We wanted to talk to you about next week." I nod. "The pack wants a trainer like you for kids to train them over the next two weeks. Nothing bad, but simple training."
I know what this is. It's not bad. It's not normal either. Basically it's a bunch of freshly graduated seniors who are brought to the pack house, live t
